even humans are food for me

Send my muse one of the following! (slightly smutty)

"Fuck you!" Hands spun the chair to face him now, brows furrowed. Fuck, he lost his chance. The paper disappeared into the man's pocket, earning a frustrated groan from the brunette. Arms crossed for a moment, boy seeming to walk away. At least for a second, that was. Walking behind the chair, he lifted it. An attempt to spill the man out of it.

The man simply hissed, feeling his muscles tense as the other left. He could feel his presence behind him, but wasn't able to move in time before the chair was lifted. Training however brought him to cling to the chair's arms, pushing back so as to stay sitting on it. 

I am, in fact, a man who may turn heartless in an instant.

Put 'Confess!' plus an accusation about me in my ask, and I will confess whether it's true or not!